For those who haven't, to follow the story you will need to read chapter 1 first. Enjoy! :-)
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He looked at me intently, for what seemed like an eternity. I fretted about the window- who was looking in right now? I didn't dare look. Instead, I looked up at my ceiling, tracing the patterns with my eyes. Suddenly, the vibrator started, and I jumped. It was focused directly on my clit, aching from last night's teasing- I never usually go without orgasm. It didn't take long before I was panting, I could feel climax approaching.
But then he stopped. I looked at him, clearly distressed, and he chuckled, before flicking the switch on his remote again.
This time, the dildo started slowly moving in and out of my pussy, and I moaned in delight. He started the vibrator up again, but on a low setting.
The two together, as they were both on low settings was enough to drive me crazy but not enough to make me orgasm. After half an hour of this, I was bathed in a coat of my own sweat, and panting crazily. I needed release, if he just turned it up one little bit...
But then everything shut down. I cried out in frustration. What the hell was he doing? He walked over to me, and said 'Look at you, you whore. You're practically begging for release from a machine.' He laughed, and I felt shame wash over me.
He walked over to me and dismantled the dildo machine, and unstrapped the vibrator. He unhooked me from the table and smiled.
"Sit up, whore."
I sat up, and looked at him, rubbing my sore wrists. I'd been thrashing about a little bit, so they were feeling quite tender.
"I'm going to leave now" he said. "And I can't always see you everyday. So, here are your rules. I assume you remember the rules I set yesterday?"
"Yes. No masturbating without permission, no wearing anything below my knee. No underwear. No looking at other men, and always follow your orders."
He grinned. "Good girl! But there are a few more. I would like you to insert a pair of panties into your pussy on a daily basis, and keep them there for the rest of the day. I would also like you to masturbate three times daily, but do not allow yourself to orgasm. Also, I have taken pictures of all of your clothes, so I will be choosing what you are to wear everyday. If you disobey me, there will be hell to pay, and believe me, I'll know."
He stopped, and looked up at me. "I knew you were special, when I first saw you. I knew you were secretly into this kind of thing. " He said those words with such tender emotion, I leant forward to kiss him, but he stepped away and laughed.
"Whore. I'll text you. For now, get dressed again, and tidy up your office." He turned round and left. I remained on my desk until I heard my front door slam. Then I sat up slowly, and looked at the window. Nobody was staring up at my house, thank God. I got up, cleaned my juices off the desk, and set about putting the room back to normal. After I was done, I realised I still had no clothes on. I really was a whore! I rushed downstairs and found my discarded skirt and shirt, and put them back on. By then, it was 6pm and I realised I was ravenous, so went to cook myself some pasta.
Halfway through cooking, my phone beeped with a text.
"What r u doing, slut?"
Charming. I told him I was cooking dinner, and resumed stirring my pasta sauce.
"Call me when ur done eating."
A little while later, my dinner was ready, and I sat down to eat. I ate quickly, half because I was starving, and half because I was desperate to talk to him. I put the dishes in the washer, and dialled his number.
"Hi, slut." He answered on the first ring.
"Hello Sir"
"Go get a pair of panties."
"Okay." I crossed the room to my dryer, where a load of laundry had been put the previous day. I pulled out a pair of panties- red and lacy. Freshly dried, they were a little stiff. "Got them" I confirmed.
"Put them inside your pussy. I'll call you in five minutes, and it better be done."
He hung up. I sat down at my kitchen table, and tried pushing the panties into my pussy, and as it was lubed up from my excitement earlier, they slid in easily. With a bit of encouragement, they were finally all the way in. I wriggled in my seat. I felt so full.
Exactly five minutes later, my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Are they in?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Keep them in for the rest of the day and night. You will always have a pair of panties in your pussy, but you may take them out for showering. Tonight I would like you to masturbate with the panties inside of you, but do not orgasm. Goodnight my slut. I will text you in the morning."
And he hung up again. I stood up, and walked to my living room. It felt like I had a cock inside of me constantly. I slumped on the sofa, and flicked through the channels for something to watch on TV. I settled for a movie, which I watched until it was time to go to bed. I stripped down naked, and rubbed my sensitive clit vigourously until I felt an orgasm approaching. It felt so good with the panties inside of me. Regretfully, I stopped. Exhausted from the day's events, I fell straight to sleep.
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I was awoken the next morning by my alarm at 6am. I rose out of my bed, stretched, and opened my curtains, blinking in the sudden light. I grabbed my shower towel, and walked into my bathroom. I put my leg up on the toilet seat, and slowly pulled the panties out of my pussy. Oh my GOD, it felt so good. When they were finally out, I was a quivering mess, so shaky with need. The panties were wet with my arousal. I tossed them in the laundry basket, and stepped into the shower. The warm water caressed by body, and I washed my hair and lathered myself with soap. When I was clean, I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry.
